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Lieutenant Junior Grade '''Jocelyn "Jo" Marshall''' is a party-hard, mellow and strange [[Human]] currently serving as an '''Operations Officer''' aboard the {{USS|Gorkon}}, the flagship of the [[Tyrellian Defence and Exploration Taskforce]]. The [[USS Gorkon]] is her first posting outside of Starfleet Academy and her Cadet Cruise. Life on the fringes of space between three factions of the Galaxy has not been an easy undertaking, to say the least. Jo has put as much of herself into the ship as possible, which includes, but is not limited to, blood, sweat, tears., and the occasional shared beer smooshed into the Cargo Bay deck plating.

: '''Height''': 1.72m (5'8'')

: '''Build''': Athletic, Lean

: '''Hair''': Dark Blonde

: '''Eyes''':  Blue

: '''Length of Hair''': Long, Shoulder Length, Usually tied back

: '''Skin Tone''': Lightish

: '''Birthmarks, Scars, Tattoos''':  

:: Three-inch scar on left bicep, moderate scar on right side of her forehead.

:: A scar about the width of three fingers on her left shoulder just above her collarbone from a disruptor burn.

:: Brushstroke circle over her left shoulder. [[Image:JoMarshall-ShoulderTattoo.jpg|20px|Brushstroke around left shoulder]]

: '''Taste in Clothing (when off duty)''':  

:: Open flannel shirts, jeans, vintage band t-shirts, boots, canvas trainers, jumpers.

:: Vintage black jacket from Earth with United Kingdom patch on the arm. Prized possession.

: '''Voice''': Mainly English accented, though can have Bajoran inflexions on certain words. Voice is quite gravelly. She speaks fluent Bajoran and slips into the language when she feels like it.

: '''Temperament''': Doesn't take herself very seriously, prefers to break tensions, will argue her point as good as any. When faced with a challenge, she'll play hard and play to win. Has a dark sense of humour and speaks sarcasm fluently. Resourceful and always trying to think a step ahead. Optimistic, not naïve. Tells outrageous jokes. Feels connected to music. May seem disorganized sometimes, but there's a lot going on in her brain. A strong hearted loyal friend. An undeniable smartass with a kind soul.  

: '''Dislikes''': Time wasters, small talk, grudges, inactivity, failing.

: '''Carriage''': When busy, she walks with purpose, a woman on a mission. When relaxed, casual and slowed down a notch. Matches the speed of anyone she's walking with as she does tend to walk quickly without realizing it.

: '''Mannerisms''': Crosses her arms and chews on her lips when thinking. Leans on one leg or on a nearby surface if she can get away with it. Runs her hands through her hair. Kicks her boots up on desks wherever possible. Has her hands in her pockets when feeling relaxed. Tends to high-five and fist bump people she likes.

: '''Quarters''': Kept tidy, as much as possible, with a variety of personal effects. A Springball usually around somewhere she throws about when thinking. Holoimages of her family, friends, Academy Decathlon team and her Bajoran Springball team are on her desk. Her motorcycle is currently parked in the corner. The Admiral knows.

: '''Hobbies''': Plays Springball, restores vintage motorcycles and cars, listens to all kinds of music from everywhere. ''More on her Hobbies and Pastimes below, if you're interested enough''.

: '''Religion/Spiritual Devotion''': None of note, though she tends to lean toward Bajoran spiritualism when times are tough.

: '''Losing Friends and Family:''' In the grand sense of the word, Jo is afraid of her friends and those she considers family dying, in action or otherwise. After suffering so much loss during their "Over There" time ''(see: [[Annus_Horribilis,_Part_2_(Gorkon)|Annus Horribilis, Part 2]])'', she keeps her friends close to her heart. You would think it would be a catalyst to do the exact opposite, but she's never been one to conform.  

: '''Small Spaces:''' Less so recently, Jo was involved in a mining collapse during her apprenticeship on Volan III. The roof of the cave came down during an earthquake, burying the young woman under the rock and shattering her shoulder - the result of which was pulling out of professional Springball. She also suffered the fatal curse of the Ensign first mission panic attack, in which [[Ayiana Sevo]] managed to bring her out of before she let herself out of her EVO Suit and became one with open space.

: '''Martital Status''': Single.

: '''Offspring''': None, thankfully.

: '''Mother''': Robin Marshall

: '''Father''': Luther Marshall

: '''Older Brother''': [[Orson "Bear" Marshall]]

: '''Younger Brother''': George Marshall

:'''Springball:''' A hangover from her days playing professionally for Bajor, she tries to find new players to practice with or strong-arming her friends into a game.  

:'''Mechanics:''' Engineering projects on the sidelines include maintenance of a Terran motorcycle and car that she enjoys taking out when they get chance.  

:'''Midnight Botany:''' A recent addition to her hobby list is cultivating seedlings from the Science Labs into plants. She hasn't broadened her horizons past growing one at a time yet, out of fear she'll kill them all.

:'''Meditation/Yoga:''' When she needs less noise and more centring, she quiets her mind with meditation and yoga.  

:'''Athleticism:''' She has maintained the habit of keeping fit from her days of professional sports and holds it a big part of her lifestyle, including cardio training and weightlifting.  

:'''Makapa Bread:''' A Bajoran foodstuff usually consumed as a breakfast meal. She can eat this at ay time, in any place, with the crust - a childhood belief it would make her terribly straight hair curly.

:'''Coffee:''' Self-explanatory for a Starfleet Officer. When "Over There", during rationing, she weaned herself off the beverage, down to one mug a day. It destroyed part of her soul.  

:'''Hasperat Soufflé:''' Another Bajoran dish from her childhood home usually made with whatever fruit was in season. If you want to get on her good side, bring her a soufflé with cream.